College student Pei Rui'an stepped on a raised paving stone and was swallowed by a flash of white light, plunging into another world called Aitla.
He landed in the center of Silver Stag Hall in the Kingdom of Orwin, a remote little country with fewer than a hundred thousand people, an almost-empty treasury, and lords who ruled independently. The dying old king placed a gray-white Silver Stag Crown on his head, following the words of the language, then breathed his last before him.
No golden finger. No System. No talent for magic.
All he has is a mind shaped by twenty-one years of Blue Star civilization, one loyal but utterly exhausted old minister, and a group of feudal lords who don’t take him seriously at all.
The great power to the south is reaching out in secret, the commercial federation to the west is waiting to name its price, and the most powerful lord watches coldly from the other side of the board. Meanwhile, he can’t even recognize all the letters of this world’s alphabet.
This is not a story about a chosen one saving the world.
It is the story of an ordinary materialist taking one step at a time in another world.
The road lies beneath his feet. The crown rests on his head.
It is recommended that you stick to it until it is finished. This worldview seems to be quite acceptable. You can repeatedly publish multiple works with the same worldview.
It's pretty good, and has potential for continued success.
Come on, write slowly. I love watching the cultivation system. I must keep writing it😋😋
A real lord from another world, written in detail and very distinctive